I am actually a really shy quiet person unless I am extremely comfortable with you or have know you for a long time. If that is the case, I can be very talkative. I got selected for class chatterbox in high school for goodness sake. Usually when I have to express my feelings that’s when I can’t find the words to say. Sometimes all of these thoughts are going on in my head, but when I go to say them, I can’t articulate them like I was thinking them. That’s why I write. It is much easier to put my thoughts and feelings down on paper, instead of speaking them out loud. I remember an incident with my mother, the summer after my freshman year of college. I was 18, so I thought I was grown. I came home for the summer and I was hanging out with my aunt who is 2 years older than me. I was coming home pretty late. I didn’t have a summer job, which was unusual for me, since I was pretty independent. My mother was so upset with me by the end of the summer, she told me that she wasn’t going to pay for me to go back to college for my sophomore year. I was so upset. I knew that I messed up pretty badly and I had to apologize to my mother. I needed to beg her to forgive me and ask her to pay for me to go back to school for my sophomore year. I didn’t know how to say those words to her, so I wrote them. I wrote her a three page heartfelt letter and I left it on her pillow as she was sleeping. In the morning, she read the letter and told me that she would help me go back to school. Trust me, she did not make it that easy. There were stipulations. I had to purchase my own books and she was not sending me back with all of the usual goodies parents gave their kids when they are going to be away at school. I knew that I would have to figure it out and I was just happy to continue my education. I have always been better at expressing myself on paper, so that is why I write.
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